If I'd knew one day you'd come,
I would give you all the innocence you give me...
Would you still call me baby,
and when I'm raging through the high,
Wondering if I'll ever come back to this?
You know who you are,
You keep me up all night,
And I don't know why I keep coming back,
and when I do-- it's just making a mess of me.
He dropped me off at my house, really late.
Kissing me hard in the driveway,
Pushing me against the window and door,
Making me feel like I was feeling everything,
And this wild sense of me brought the feeling back,
Lips on Lips,
The thought made me crazy,
the Ballistic part of me,
and the Touch,
It made it feel right,
tongues swerving through,
and it's making a mess of me.
Baby, you'll be the death of me...
Opening the car door,
the kiss had to end,
Even though I never wanted it to stop,
the thought of it was unbearable.
My hands, all twisted in his hair,
The breaths starting so quickly,
the arms warpping around my entire body,
pulling me against him,
Sensually bringing me to be his,
and here, it was all coming back again.
He told me he'd pick me up in the afternoon.
He wanted to see me again?
Why?
But I went along with it,
I had no complaints...
Oh, this was going to be good.
This was going to be very good.
And here, it started.
The end of me, the beginning of us.
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Burning Myself
PoetryKiera was an adopted daughter into an extremely religious family. She was raised to be "perfect," but that can only last so long... It was her seventeenth birthday when she met Landon-- who she thought was a nice guy, until she learned of his past...
